From Bunkbeds To Bunkers

For my brother, who's currently airbourne, going SF for the U.S. Army.

Life on the front porch

Ain't nothin' like life on the front lines.

Momma, I'm fine on the front lines.

Fine on the front lines. (the first lie on the front lines)

Dont'chu worry 'bout nothin', ma

I'm an airbourne man,

I got the gene's of my Uncle Sam

your raised me right and

I'll fight, I'll fight, I'll fight!

Just like you done taught me.

 

He thinks he's Captain America, I swear.

As soon as they sat him down and took his hair,

he's had that fire in his eye and that fight in his stare.
Big brother on the frontlines, what's it like out there?

Life is changing us everyday

but back home, it's still the same as yesterday.

-Or so it seems-

I haven't really noticed lately.

Notches on my doorframe remind me of more than an age,

a height, and random dates from '02 to '08.

I never thought you'd go from bunk beds to bunkers

You should've seen the face of our mother

the day you left home.

 

I've seen what it does to them,

Battle wounds- both, body and head.

I've seen what it does to them,

the bags and bags of their dead friends.

I've seen what it does to them,

blank emotions, the warrior's heart is cold

I've seen what it does to them,

bring yourself back, when you come home.

 

I've spent enough time in this house alone.

When you make ma' proud, get your a*s back home.

 

Hoo-ah!

 

Author's Note

Possible lyrics.